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It`s all gunna change, I`m sorry. But doesn`t it have to? For us to move into a higher understanding of our lives and world, colors change. Sometimes we need to gather our garbage and let the colors die just so we can change again.



A rebirth of ourselves, a new shell, new mistakes to make, new problems to fix, new desicions to understand, new skills to learn...each time our colors change.



Symbolicly we are leaves all vonnected to something bigger, with each passing season we change our colors.



Written by my good friend Leila

The Black Rose Of Darkness



Whispers in the wind I do hear,

They tell a story I hold so dear,

For on the night of a great full moon,

As I stand in the shadows which I do loom,

With the stars shining brightly against the ghostly midnight sky,

I can hear in the distance of a wolf’s howling cry,

The breeze blows gently and I feel a soft touch,

I turn around swiftly and see petals falling down that I do clutch,

Looking them over closely I do realize,

They are Rose petals I say and I begin to finalize,

The idea of my future to come will be,

In the presence of Nyx, the Goddess of Night, shall set me free,

They are Black Rose petals I do claim,

The essence of my darkness within they do tame,

Forever more they presently fulfill my fate,

The Black Rose of sorrow, shadows, dark love and passion will open the gate,

A gate to my heart, my soul, my spirit, my darkness, and my deepest desires,

It will continue to grow until my inner flame becomes a huge burning fire,

And like the thorns of the rose that pricks and makes blood flow,

Blood, energy of life, energy that makes ones aura glow,

The trickling blood, pouring from an open vein,

Will continue to remind ones self are we really all sane,

The Black Rose symbolizes all of this,

A dark love inside just wanting to be kissed,

Lust for another, a kindred soul mate,

Will let it all go from ones self and leave it to fate,

These are the secrets the winds do tell,

Of my eternal being, true self, astral spirit, magicks that can not fail,

The Black Rose of Darkness continues to bloom,

On the darkest of nights, in the light of the full moon.



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